If possible get the horse into a yard with a high wall round it before shooting and be sure boys are not perched on the wall.
I saw a man kill a small dog instantly as soon as it was run over by a motor car by picking it up and dislocating its neck by stretching, like wounded hares and rabbits are killed.
But this requires great skill, knack, and nerve.
Otherwise not only would the dog be further tortured but he would bite.
Nobody can understand his fellow creatures or be judged by them. Each human being from birth to death is absolutely alone, everyone is misunderstood as to his motives and thoughts, he is as separated from others, even when in a crowd, as if the Atlantic Ocean were between them.
He is praised for what does not deserve praise, and blamed for what he is not guilty of.
He cannot understand why another finds pleasure in what he himself hates.
One man likes to get soaking wet crawling all day to shoot a stag, which another thinks is folly, as a stag already shot, can so much easier and cheaper be bought at the poulterer’s shop.
I cannot understand the pleasure of sitting up all night playing cards, smoking and drinking, when it is much more comfortable to be sleeping in bed; another man thinks cards, drink, and gambling Heaven on earth.
To give an instance of how one’s motives can be misunderstood: